Inside not so empty

Giacomo

Tiredness doesn't leave my back, the tiring trip still weighs on me along with the expectation of having lunch with Bella, I sit on the bed with an effort seeking a little patience to deal with the company's business and Riina's inventory.

The view of central park with the sun peeking over the horizon turns the shadows into light. I use this to embody the role of the day, Head of the Costello Family with blood in his eyes from the lack of answers about the murder of his younger sister with his brother-in-law.

Revolt is essential to mix with anger, I try to put my feet on the floor lifting my body to forcefully pull in the air wanting to wake up all the sleeping muscles, I walk to the closet stopping in front of the mirror.

With eyes lined with lost sleep, hair in need of a cut along with a wispy beard that I don't intend to shave right now. I try to analyze what is missing, yes, the anger is missing.

Thirty days without answers to Beatrice's death, Salvatore Riina and his cous